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Stiles: I use to be so happy

Stiles: but without you here i feel so low

Stiles: i watched you as you left

Stiles: but i can never seem to let you go

Lydia: stiles what the hell its three in the morning!!

Stiles: come love me

Stiles: come to my house

Lydia: wtf?

Lydia: no

Stiles: please :(

Lydia: Stiles No

Stiles: Stiles Yes

Lydia: -.-

Stiles: i cant sleep

Stiles: please just come over

Lydia: like i said its 3 am

Lydia: my parents would kill me

Lydia: do u want me to die!?

Stiles: come over

Stiles: die later

Lydia: ask Scott

Lydia: not me

Lydia: goodnight 😴

Stiles: noooo dont leave me

Stiles: cuz once upon a time u were my everything

Stiles: its clear to see that time hasnt changed a thing

Lydia: stiles stop

Stiles: Well dont go to sleep just yet

Stiles: lets talk

Lydia: only for a little bit

Lydia: because I'm fucking tired

Stiles: okay fine we dont have to text

Stiles: facetime me

Lydia: stiles no

Stiles: c'mon i just want to talk to you

Stiles: facetime audio me

Lydia: fine

Lydia went to his contact and clicked FaceTime Audio. On the second ring Stiles picked up.

"Hey," He said, his voice groggy from tiredness.

"Hi," Lydia whispered. Her parents were asleep in the room next to hers.

She heard a little bit of shuffling, like Stiles was getting comfortable in his bed.

"Did I wake you up?" He asked, sounding guilty.

"Yeah, but its okay," Lydia said. Stiles sighed.

"I'm sorry," He apologized.

"Stiles, its fine," Lydia told him.

There was silence but it was a comfortable silence. She could hear his breathing and he could hear hers. Lydia closed her eyes.

"I'm really glad I grew a pair of balls and texted you," Stiles murmured. Lydia laughed quietly.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" She teased.

"Yeah, I know," He chuckled lowly.

More silence.

Lydia clicked the home button on her phone, showing the time. It was almost three forty.

"Stiles get some sleep–"

"No, don't leave," He immediately said, "Please don't go."

"Stiles it's late," She sighed.

"Put yourself on mute, just don't hang up," He pleaded, "I just need to know that someone's there." He took in a shaky breath. "Please," He said in a hushed, broken tone.

Lydia sat up in her bed and grabbed her phone. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Stiles what's going on?"

"Nothing," He said, "Just please don't hang up." Lydia sighed but murmured an okay.

"But it doesn't sound like nothing Stiles–"

"I don't want to talk about it tonight, okay?" He whispered.

"Fine."

Lydia laid back down and put her phone down beside her. "Just say my name if you need me," She told him, "I'm a light sleeper."

"Okay."

Lydia put herself on mute and closed her eyes.

"Lydia?"

Lydia slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she noticed was that it was still dark. She checked the time. 4:30 am.

"Lydia?"

Lydia went to the FaceTime Audio call. She un-muted herself. "I'm here, what's wrong?" She asked. Lydia began to get worried. She felt a weight pressing onto her chest.

"I have to pee."

Lydia clenched her jaw. "Are you serious right now?"

"Yeah, but I'm too lazy to get up."

"I fucking hate you," She groaned, "I can't believe you woke me up for that."

"No, you love me."

"Dream on Lover Boy," She murmured, "Goodnight."

"And don't wake me up if it's not important!"

"I thought my problem was important."

"Stiles, I swear to god–"

"Okay, okay, I won't."

Lydia put herself back on mute and closed her eyes. And soon, she fell back asleep without being woken up again.

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